On my short list of people for whom I have a deep and abiding respect, I include Diana. She is on that list for a number of reasons, but...

I have been spending a fair amount of time with my Ancestors of late. Hours at a time, actually. Dwelling with them, learning their names...

I don’t often think of my Grandpa Haydon. He died before I was born. But I did last night. I woke up in the middle of the night and...

I had another colonoscopy last week. It was way cool. I can’t remember a more memorable morning actually. I’m already looking forward to...

I have many issues with the cabinet picks of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. All of my objections are, I might add, well-reasoned and logical....

I have rhapsodized ecstatically about The City before, and I have a feeling I am about to do it again. And my intent here is not to...

I confess I find a certain liberation and not-a-little strength in our re-classified status as ‘Radical Leftists’. Personally it allows...

I am a Romantic Poet by birth. Though I be proud of it, I claim no more credit than I do for being born left-handed. They were both...

I did not go to Vietnam. Although I was of an age when many of my generation did. And to explain why I did not would be a long story. A...

A box can hold more than a thing. A box can hold memories. It can hold sweetness and anger and despair and love and heartbreak. Sometimes...

I find lately that I am wildly envious of turkey vultures. More so this Spring than ever. I suppose it comes from watching them soar...